Snow in Gangnam
The author | Sun Quanzhi
I love the snow in winter, and I like the strong winter feeling of snowflakes dressed up. Growing up on the shore of Dongting Lake in the water town of Nanguo, I prefer the snow in Jiangnan, which has a more charming charm than the snow in the north. If the snow in the north is a tough and bold northern man, then the snow in Jiangnan is a beautiful and timeless Jiangnan woman. The snow in Jiangnan is subtle and gentle, always worrying about your thoughts with different styles, when calling for thousands of calls, twisting and pinching, belated; out of the scene, hugging the pipa half covered, shyly answering the answer; inadvertently, like a butterfly flying swallow dancing romantic and unrestrained, fluttering generous and open; when the love is deep, the posture is drunk and smiling like wine, waving endless love rhymes.
The snow in Jiangnan has grown day by day under the influence of Jiangnan aura, and these snows have indeed seen the gorgeous and withered, and have a spiritual understanding of life, so that you can't see it at a glance. When you are anxiously looking for her in confusion, she tightly packs her heart, leaving you with the imagination of time and space; when you carefully look at this beautiful and beautiful Jiangnan woman, immersed in the dream of reality, she quietly leaves, turning your inexplicable thoughts into a flowing water, and will not be drunk in the hopeless emotional entanglement.
When it is the twilight of winter, only to see the sparse trees with the moon, occasionally smell cold rain knocking on the window. When I woke up in the morning, I didn't feel that the flying beads in front of the window were sprinkled with jade, and the pear blossoms were everywhere, and overnight I was shocked to see a hazy world wrapped in silver. Snowflakes in the south like to open at night, so that you can wake up in a ghostly dream and enjoy the unexpected surprise. In the face of the white elf who was descending, I did not dare to dance and shout loudly, for fear of disturbing her dancing posture. I gently stretched out my hands, and a fluttering snowflake bloomed in the trembling palm, allowing the free thoughts to sweep away the depression and cold silence deposited in my heart.
So I strolled out of the room and stepped into the streets with my chest up. Although there is no mighty majesty of Yang Zirong in the LinHai SnowField to "wear the forest sea and cross the snowfield", nor does he have the dashing arrogance of the leopard head Lin Chong snow on the night of Liangshan mountain in the felt hat, but seeing the pedestrians on the side of the road with their necks tightened and their clothes buttoned, they feel that they are still like the soldiers of the snow marching army who were under the inspection of the severe cold, striding behind the broken Qiongshu jade flowers, letting the snowflakes above their heads swirl and fall, enjoying the rare snow rhyme and rare pure feelings.
Unconsciously, when I came to the lake, the lake in front of me was hazy, the sky and the earth were vast, and a few sand gulls flew over the cold water and soared. On weekdays, the lake of "Haohao Soup, Boundless End", the famous building of Fan Gong "first worry and then happy", the small island of "a green snail in the silver plate", as well as the shadow of Empress Dowager Ying, the legend of Liu Yi's book and the footprints of Lü Dongbin, fall into the white dream of the loss of the oar, turning the famous lake famous buildings and famous island celebrities into fairy tales in dreams, let you imagine the endless beauty in the change of all things.
I know that the snow falling season is the season of loneliness, just like the Qing Dynasty female lyricist Shen Pei's description of "the snow outside the curtain is first drifting, and the incense of Cuipao is not extinguished". But I know even more that the season of drifting snow is the season of sharpening the will, and winter can best show human nature, distinguishing between the brave and the cowardly. When you write the monotonous snowflakes as the dark fragrance of the poet's pen, the cold sky will have a warm landscape. You will be like Shelley, issuing a cry of "winter has come, will spring be far away", and there will no longer be the sadness of "sitting alone at night cold and tired, roundabout, and dreaming more cruel and lonely". You will feel that winter is a sketch depicting the light of the heart, a prose poem that condenses the song of life!
Just as I was singing alone, my daughter-in-law invited our parents to go to Zhangjiajie to see the snow together, which just happened to be my wish for many years. We took the train all the way to Wulingyuan Scenic Area, took the world's highest Bailong elevator to Reach Yuanjiajie, and then boarded the cable car to reach the top of Tianzi Mountain. Strolling along the viewing corridor carved into the cliff cliffs, the strange peaks in front of you present an unparalleled magical scene, the beautiful branches bloom with strings of white and transparent ice, and the majestic mountain rocks are carved into exquisite pagodas, which is suspected of stepping into the illusory realm of jade carving and silver casting. You can feel that the objects in front of you covered with white veils are the ice beauties who live in the fairy tale world. They are like dragons, like a thunderbolt, in the faint breath of youth, dialing out the holy and warm skin, in the temptation of smiling, full of gentle and shy tenderness. I don't know if I'm looking for a "solo fishing in the snow of the Cold River", or visiting the Baqiao Willow who is looking for plums in the snow, as if I am in the myths and legends of ancient times, and from time to time I gently float next to my ears the ancient song of "I come to think, rain and snow", so that you can feel the endless beauty of the world in the hazy!
This season has a natural vivid dream, and everything will meditate on the reverie in the snow fluttering. I don't know what Takayama thinks, I don't know what the stars think, I just know that the fields are opening their hearts, the wheat seedlings are talking sweetly, and the cooking smoke in the countryside is waving a heroic pen. You will feel that winter is the light kiss of the earth and the sky, whispering the love words that have accumulated the three seasons of spring, summer and autumn, and brewing a new sun rising tomorrow at the top of the snowy mountains.
Oh, the snow of Jiangnan, this is your tender water-like personality and the charm of the moon, it is your jade and ice-clear character and the bosom of pregnancy, you will melt the mist dew of the northern country and the water of Jiangnan into one, and emerge as a natural jade beauty in the baptism of cloud steam cyclone!
Enjoy the snowflakes of Jiangnan to the fullest, she is a cup of strong tea, let you drive away the cold of the cracking ice in the warmth of the sea, enjoy the rare quiet and warmth; she is a pot of fine wine, let you indulge in good memories, feel the innocence and ethereality of the world.
Feel the snowflakes of Jiangnan well, she is a wise person, enlightening you from the cold winter to the essence of life, so that you feel the true meaning of life; she is a page of philosophy, after experiencing the entanglement of spring, the exuberance of summer, the maturity of autumn, you will understand that winter is a hotbed of accumulated strength, is giving birth to the next round of purple and red spring.
The snowflakes of Jiangnan are still gently drifting, dancing long, and the crooked footprints behind me are constantly filled by her, and there will be new footprints in front of me...
——First Prize of the 5th Invitational Competition for Chinese and Foreign Poetry and Prose (May 2018)
About the Author:
Sun Quanzhi was born in 1948 in Yueyang, Hunan Province. He joined the army in 1968 and graduated from Nanjing Aeronautical Institute in 1977. He once worked in an aviation research institute, and later engaged in computer management, and published academic papers in journals such as Flight Mechanics and Microcomputer. He has loved music and literature since childhood, and after retiring in 2008, he began to write essays and poems, and has published more than 50 essays and poems in national, provincial, municipal and industry newspapers. In 2013, he began to write novels and published the novel "The Love of Shuilian" in the "Chinese Poetry, Calligraphy and Painting" publishing house. In his spare time, he loves philately, and his thematic philatelic collections have won the Gold Medal of the Asian International Stamp Exhibition, and have published many philatelic articles in China Philatelic News, Philatelic Expo and provincial and municipal post newspapers.
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